Over the past couple of weeks, some things have happened that I haven't been blogging about. Big things. Well, I suppose not earth-shattering sorts of things, but certainly diet-altering. First, I decided to get honest with myself. While my baby girl still nurses a couple of times a day, it's just not enough to justify the extra 5 "supplemental nursing" points I was getting with Weight Watchers. God bless them for having them.
No seriously, God. Bless. Them.
But I found that the scale really wasn't budging, despite my best [okay, mildly lackluster] efforts, so I took the plunge and retook the points quiz, not claiming the supplemental breastfeeding. Boo hiss. 20 measly points for mama.
Second, Sean decided not to continue with the Weight Watchers program. This was a really tough thing for me to take. I really wanted to do this together, but the reality was, even though he did have success in losing the weight, he has a really tough time sticking to any semblance of normalcy with his crazy work schedule. It tanks his motivation, and no amount of me painstakingly preparing and packing his meals was going to help him resist pizza at work at midnight when he's been on the job for 11 hours.
While it seems like this shouldn't necessarily affect me, think again. Studies have shown that couples that embark together on a weight loss journey are more likely to be successful. Likewise, when one partner isn't on board, the one who is, is more likely to give up. I'd link up to some articles here, but frankly, I don't like the way many of them are worded saying things like "why marries life makes you fat". I think it's disrepectful. Still, there is more than a kernel of truth to the idea that our partner's eating habits directly affect our own.
So now, this section of the blog will be focused on how to thrive on the program while sharing most of your meals with someone who is not. Something tells me this is going to be a bumpy road, but I'm putting my motivation into overdrive.
Starting. Right. Now.
Third, I changed my goals. When that second number was a 3, however briefly, I was thrilled. I also had to eat and exercise obsessively to keep that number a 3. Now having a 4 in that same place is much, much easier...and lets me live free of an additive mindset. Coming from someone with a history of disordered eating and jacked-up body image issues, I greatly prefer the latter.
Note I said "history". That stuff is far far far in the past and I fully intend to keep it that way. So I need to be very careful how I view weight loss and where I'm willing to tread. You won't see me in the gym every day of the week. You won't see me step on the scale every day. And you certainly won't see me slip back into stinkin' thinkin' like that just for a silly number.
So I changed my goals.
And then I got sloppy and gained some of the weight back. Oopsy.
So a lot has been going on, but my motivation is back in full swing. Now I need a partner. Preferably one who's also in the adventure on their own...with a spouse who's not participating with them. Who's in?
--------* The fine print: My online membership is sponsored by Weight Watchers, but I can assure you that I would be on the program regardless. This little muffintop needs it. However, you should know they are wonderfully fine people who believe in my ability to impact and influence others through my journey, so they graciously provide my membership at no cost.